<b>Airam, Pandora, Dahlia, and Freya moved in quiet unison toward Freya’s car, their footsteps muffled by the downpour. The sky had deepened into a rich indigo, the full moon hanging above them like a silver omen, its light fractured by the cascading rain. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, their minds still reeling from the revelations they had uncovered.</b>


    <b>The rain intensified, drumming against the pavement in a relentless symphony. Freya pulled her soft blush-pink leather coat tighter around herself, the delicate fabric offering little protection. “Gods, it’s really coming down,” she remarked, her voice lilting in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I’ve heard stories about witches controlling the elements—so, which one of you would be so kind as to ease the rain?” She cast a pointed glance at Dahlia.</b>


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    <b>Airam and Pandora turned toward Dahlia in silent agreement. Dahlia hesitated, shifting under their expectant gazes. “I’ve tried before... but nothing ever works,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with self-doubt.</b>


    <b>“This is as good a time as any to practice,” Pandora encouraged, a warm, knowing smile gracing her lips.</b>


    <b>“Maybe our powers work better together,” Freya mused, her eyes glinting with intrigue. “Like the Charmed Ones. When I was in the hospital, my magic was unpredictable, but I was close to Phoebe and Irene. Maybe proximity makes us stronger.”</b>


    <b>“That could be true,” Airam added thoughtfully. “When we were in the car, my ability to see auras was sharper, almost effortless.”</b>


    <b>“Then let’s try,” Freya said decisively, holding out her hands.</b>


    <b>One by one, they linked hands, forming a circle beneath the moonlit rain. Dahlia exhaled and closed her eyes, focusing on the storm. Airam, watching </b>